Trust.
Clowning around.
Care Bear confessions.
Soft brown hair.
Well-constructed rants.
Yummy Lancashirefied chilli.
Star Wars doom.
Peep Show joy.
A rare starry night on a secret balcony.
Green eyes.
Addictive lips.
Purple Peak District heather and tiny drops of cloud moisture in my hair.
Cowboy hat in the rain.
Mr Brightside in a train station.
Terrible singing voice.
Ale, wine and too many cigs.
Teachers and Hotel Rwanda.
Confidence.
Comfortable silences.
A ridiculous giggle.
A very cheeky grin.
Honesty to the point of bluntness.
Trust.

Less than three weeks with a gorgeous geek.

And I am fucking smitten.